A Word from Soma by Ahana

How hot the hate inside you
To starve, to deprive yourself of breath
Health – a word
Uttered, muttered into nothing
I see you running in my cornea

How sharp the pain
To leave so dull an ache inside you
Somewhere a heart beat flutters, shudders into

Something light
Something heavy as stone
Something strong
Something brittle as bone
Something cold
Something weary and old
Something right
Something wrong, it brings
Nothing good
Nothing should
Die in this way
From the inside out
You think it comes
From the inside out

How dim the light around you
For you to insist that
What is, is not
What lives should rot
Whatever this is, this is not allowed

How stubborn of the time
To refuse to comply
With my strange demands
Oh, these separate hands

How cruel the hand that feeds you
How kind the body that bleeds as slowly as it can, into

Something light
Something heavy as stone
Something strong
Something brittle like these bones
Something cold
Something weary and old
Something right
Something wrong, it brings
Nothing good
Nothing should
Die in this way

You think it comes
From the inside out

• Folk
• United Kingdom